MY MOTHER KNELT IN PRAYER. 19 And the sweet breath of early flowers MY MOTHER KNELT IN PRAYER. WHEN in my boyhood's gladsome day, Her hands were clasped in fervency, My mother, all-entranced in prayer, I reverently turned away My gentle mother never knew 20 THE DEAREST PLACE IS HOME. In secrecy; but I revered Her doubly from that day. She died; and I an orphan, since THE DEAREST PLACE IS HOME, Of all the spots that Heaven has blest, 'Tis there the fond heart loves to rest, Whilst love plays round the smiling hearth, 'Tis Heaven's own bliss enjoyed on earth. Of all the gifts bestowed to cheer The richest treasure resteth here, THE HOME OF MY CHILDHOOD. 21 THE HOME OF MY CHILDHOOD. BY BENJAMIN W. PEARCE. SWEET home of my childhood, Through thy meadows and wild wood, Where the wild flowers blossom'd So bright and so fair And the wing'd songsters' music Was heard through the air. How oft in my boyhood Unconscious I've roamed, By the sea-beaten shores Where the broad breakers foamed; And the shrill winds whistled Across the wide bay; While the sea birds were soaring Aloft in the sky. Thy bright walks of sweetness By the moon's mellow light, With the friends whom I've loved I've pursued with delight— 22 THE HOME OF MY CHILDHOOD. While the loud songs of gladness Thy neat painted churches And enlighten the mind. 23 THE GRATEFUL WELCOME. A GREAT many years ago, there lived in a large city, some persons who became dissatisfied with their rulers and their laws; and thinking that they could live more happily elsewhere, they resolved to leave their home and go to another place. They met together, and considered the matter, and agreed to start at a certain time for a new country. Men, women, and children assembled at the still hour of night, and silently departed. They embarked, and after sailing many days and months, wearied and fatigued, they reached at last their new country. They were strangers in a strange land, and they knew not the |